The information Anansi gave was plentiful.
The massive ancient spider loved to talk. It had spent a thousand years floating alone in the dark with no one to talk to, and now that it had someone, it poured out everything it knew with the eagerness of a being making up for ten centuries of silence all at once. The words came in floods, doubling back, branching off into stories within stories, and Damian sat in the vacuum and let them come, sorting the useful from the eccentric as the spider filled the silence of space with its voice.
Through it all, he assembled a picture of the Amenta Lands of Stone.
